Ex-Rower wrote:
McNulty wrote:
My season ended June 28. I now have 8 pins and a plate in my collarbone. In a crit, out of the blue, a guy lays his bike down in front of me on a curve and the last thing that went through my head before waking up on the asphalt was, "It's my turn."
That's racing. If you do it enough, you'll crash. Hopefully no surgery, though.
The bike is okay, thanks.
I'm in roughly the same boat. Collarbone surgery for me coming up on Friday. One of the first things I remember asking after I woke up was if my bike was okay. Sadly the answer was no.
Good luck. It's all about the anesthesia. :)
I can't wait to race again, though I've been on the bike a few times lately and I'm skittish around other wheels. It'll come back. My other old guy friends are urging retirement and Grand Fondos. Not ready yet. I need to dominate 55+ Masters, then I'll go.
I have a funny story about waking up in the ground after the crash, but you guys will have to plead with me to tell it.